  I was in a good mood today. I went out to school to put in some time at the Journal helping out, and I ran into one of the Journal members when I stopped to eat lunch. And she asked me why I was so smiley. And I didn't have an answer, but as I thought of it, I realized that I was indeed in a good mood. It wasn't something that had occurred to me straight away, though, that I was in a good mood. But when my attention was called to it, I realized that I was. I was happy, and smiling. And I started to wonder why. And though I could think of many reasons, e.g. getting the internet set up at home, the wonderful book I am reading, the fact that I'd just seen a good movie the day before...none of these reasons seemed particularly satisfactory. I guess it's just as hard for me to figure out why I'm in a good mood as it is to figure out why I'm in a bad mood. And I guess that's the way it should be. 
